Marcus chuckled, a hand reaching out to steady her as she stumbled. "Whatever you say, Bell," he smirked. If it was a challenge she was making, he'd gladly accept. He wasn't so attracted to such a thing as Ade, but he sure as hell wasn't going to back down from one. Especially one from Bell. Personally, he didn't think it was any different with Lexi than it was with anyone else ... save the fact that they were friends and they only irritated the shit out of each other some of the time.
The trip back to her place was surprisingly short. She didn't really pay much attention to what was happening as she was focusing on staying on her feet. The moment she'd stood up and started moving the alcohol had hit her hard. Sinking down onto the couch, she grinned when Clint came back with beers, whiskey, and cards. None of which Lexi particularly needed right then. Snagging one of her beers, she cracked it open and worked the buckles of her boots before kicking them off.
"No shoes or socks," she protested, pushing her boots to the side of the couch and out of the way, "that's cheating." Socks and boots didn't count. Of course, she was till wearing her jacket, so that wasn't exactly fair either. It really should have been weird to be playing strip poker with her best friends, but she was beyond caring about the technicalities. It's not like she didn't trust them, so who really cared.
Marcus shook his head, watching this all unfold. Had someone told him he was going to be babysitting two drunk blondes and playing strip poker in the middle of Lexi's living room with Bell, of all people, he would have laughed his arse off and told whoever it was to piss off. Pouring himself a shot of whiskey, knowing he was likely going to need it, he sank into the arms chair, watching Katie shuffle the cards.